Posts Tagged ‘One-Man Book Club’
One-Man Book Club: How many Bedwetters are checked into Hotel Theory? Less than zero.
No intro, no explan, nothing but books. Just trying to just say, yep, read ’em and here’s what the entire book club (still just the one member) thought. Need to clear it all out before the real summer vacation reading starts later this month. First up, Less Than Zero, by Bret Easton Ellis. This is…
Read MoreOne-Man Book Club Backlog! Independence Day Clearance Sale Going On All Week!
The members of the One-Man Book Club have been reading ’em faster than all the members (total: one) can get on here to blogscuss ’em. I’m going to try to clear out all the One-Man Book Club recent selections this week, and include some selections where the membership couldn’t finish the book. Ready? Chug! To…
Read MoreOne-Man Book Club takes a moment to ponder the wondrous mediocrity of Belinda Carlisle
What seemed like half the freshman class of Bishop McGuinness High School went to see the Go-Go’s on their Vacation tour at the Oklahoma City Myriad Center University of Oklahoma Lloyd Noble Center (speak, memory! Or speak, Derba! Or, you know who would really know — Andrea Martinez). Thanks to the interwebs, I can at…
Read MoreA tart, citrusy pour from the One-Man Book Club
The Tonsil Blog’s One-Man Book Club is back together, this time at Hank’s place. (Okay, every time at Hank’s place. Isn’t a book club so much nicer with one member?) It’s been long enough since the last meeting that the beverage of choice has switched from a wintry red (malbec) to a nice, crisp white…
Read MoreOne-Man Book Club: The Room, the Chair, the Gadgets, the Bankers, and Bruddah Dan Kois takes us over Iz’s rainbow
Where were we? The one-man book club (which shall now be written as One-Man Book Club, after a unanimously ratified amendment to the One-Man Stylebook) is adrift. Members keep offering excuses: “I have too many TV reviews to write.” “I’m too goddamn tired.” “I feel too fat to blog.” “I would rather drink a little…
Read MoreOne-man book club: Bring out your dead
It’s one-man book club week here in Tonsil-land, where I say all the things I would say if I was in a book club (and the selections were all up to me). Monday and Tuesday I blogged about seven books. But today is the dark-interlude portion of the one-man book club meeting, where a moment…
Read MoreOne-man book club, continued: Pyschos, romances, Anne Frank, Nick Hornby, my wine, and the Welches’ juice
We continue today with More Things I Would Have Said if I Was Actually in a Book Club (and If The Club Chose Books That Were Exactly the Books I Want to Read) … By now I’d be a little drunk on the very excellent wine we serve at my book club. It appears I’m…
Read MoreOne-man book club: Here to exhaust you
Nothing helps one grieve for the demise of one’s own sad little book than … reading other people’s books! And knowing, as you read them, that every single one of these books may well nearly have killed its author and also knowing that somehow, someway every single one of these books is also someone’s letdown.…
Read MoreMy one-man book club meeting, now in progress
Between work and Tinsel pre-pub jitters and promo stuff, I keep forgetting to develop the part of my brain that can think of anything remotely worthwhile to type here and send off into the ether. So, until I get things rolling again, how about some book reports? I have three quickies… Finished reading Lorrie Moore’s…
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